Best Friends // lrh

11. Secrets.

A/N: This chapter's going to get graphic. There may be a small trigger for certain people and it gets sexual.

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"Calum, please, I don't need this right now."

"So, you're not telling the other three? Not even Luke?"

"Especially not Luke. Calum, you don't understand what could happen to us."

*Flashback*

Ashton just stormed out, I knew he was pissed that I wanted to talk to Luke, but I needed him. After finding out that monster might have raped another girl and I might have to go back to help the victim and testify again, I was a bit of a mess. I didn't want to do it again, but I had to, the desire too strong.

I pulled the tiny razor blade from my purse and pushed up the sleeve of my hoodie. Slowly, I drug it across my wrist, feeling the pain escape. After a few times I put my blade away and sat back on the single bed in my room. My eyes landed on the painting on the wall across from me; typical hotels trying to make you feel at home.

I stared at the painting for a few minutes and started to hear crackling. I didn't think anything of it and kept staring, too transfixed. After another few minutes the entire painting burst into flames. I gasped, jumping up. As soon as I broke my gaze on it, the fire went out. I could feel someone else in the room, I turned my head to the door to see Calum.

"What the hell was that?" He ran toward me.

"No fucking clue." I shook, sinking to the ground.

"Lacy, something's going wrong, I can feel it." Calum sat on my bed and pulled out his phone.

I sat down next to him, peering over his shoulder, "Why are you searching my grandma's name?"

"My mom talked to me before this tour started, she said to watch you like a hawk because you'd find out who you are. I have no idea what she meant at the time, but every night I've dreamed of a fire. Then, every night something's added."

"Sounds like my dreams." I mumbled.

He ignored me, "Look, Abigail Chaste, born in the year 1596 was said to be the start of the Salem Witches."

"1596? That's impossible. That would make her my extremely great grandmother." I walked over to my suitcase, grabbing my laptop from the top.

I searched, but that was the only record. Only one Abigail Chaste in the entire world, with two daughters: Lavender and Alanna, half sisters, but it said Abigail was only married to one man.

"Well, your mom's name is Alanna, and didn't you say you never got to meet her sister?"

"Yeah, but this is impossible. Look," I pointed to the screen, "Alanna Chaste was born to Abigail and Oliver Chaste on 21st of December 1696, which was the same day her half sister, Lavender, was murdered for being the one they call Unnatural. Alanna was believed to be the pure bred witch between Oliver and Abigail, whereas her sister was half human."

"Keep reading." Calum nudged my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, "Lavender Chaste was born on the 21st of May 1678, and believed to be the love child of Abigail and human Alexander Hood. This was during the heart of the Salem Witch era." I took a breath and searched for death records, I froze.

"Lacy? What is it?"

"There's only one death record, for Lavender. It doesn't make sense, if these are records for my actual family, then that means my mom was 300 years old when she had me and-"